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He was the best knight, best soldier and greatest seducer whose charms work on both men and women alike. Soon he rose upto ranks and started gaining recognition from the royal family.
But why is it that the crown prince fumes every time Oliver leaves his side? And why is it that the great Knight never bathes?
could it be that his charms had made his highness Gay? 
But no one knows Oliver had a secret to hide. In the middle of the night when everyone in the dormitory sleeps, Oliver takes slow steps towards the lake and lets her mounds escape from their cage!
"for Ophelia, i will serve as a male knight my whole life!"
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Olivia Sal Duvrate, the heir to the throne of the Sonarise empire lost her family, her land and her empire after being betrayed by the man she loved.
Holding her last kin, her sister Ophelia, she ran to survive and take revenge. But where could two women survive alone in male dominated society?
But to keep both of them safe, she can't be the princess anymore. She dressed up as man and a knight, to protect her and Ophelia's innocence as they continued to walk as a couple in the long journey to find a new home.
But why is it that the hidden life she had desired for entangled with the man she should not cross paths with! 
Where would this new journey take her and for how long would she be able to hide her truth?
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Crown Prince's Knight Is A Girl?!

"I have brought food for all of you." Ophelia knocked the door only to get a dagger flying at her.

She bent her upper body instantly and covered her head with the baskets. Thanks to the practice they were giving her daily, she was getting perfect in it.

"Ah, I did it again. It is just an innate action that I can not let go." Lavie came running to Ophelia with an apologetic face as she took the baskets from Ophelia and looked at her biting her lips.

Ophelia just chuckled and shook her head. There were days when she was about to lose all her hair or get an injury on her forehead and was about to cry.

"I think I am getting habitual to the limit of it becoming my innate nature too. It is improving my reflexes too." She walked in picking up the rest of the baskets from the door.

There were seven more girls in the room practicing with daggers and punching the sandbags.

They all turned to look at Ophelia with a bright smile on their faces.

[Bonus chapter]